March in May: A Post about the Weather

Allow me to complain. Today, May 15, is 52 degrees, overcast, and damp. Damp and chilly. This is the shit I expect out of March, not May. Even the flowers, whose purpose in life is to spread cheeriness and bright good feelings, look forlorn.

The last three weeks have been miserable. Miserable and horribly cruel, because Mother Nature sees fit to pour down sunshine, mild temperatures, and general gaiety Tuesdays and Wednesdays, working hours only, and then blanket us in chilly gray dampness the rest of the time. I'd like to impeach her.